I dance exactly like some white guy nearly sixty-five years old dances. That is to say, I don't. I have no sense of rhythm and as those around me on the rare occasion when I have 'danced' can attest, no sense of decency or decorum.
That said, I may try to get a disco ball in place of the dome light in the car so that when I choose to get down with my bad self while motoring I can really get down. This song is just brilliant.
And I have the blisters on my feet to prove it.
-bill kenny
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